Affection

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It's love, fondness and devotion.
Running through my emotions,
Tender, smooth who would have thought,
That you would keep this flow,
So low.

Aimed where it was aimless.
This affection has made me aloof,
Like a leaf, ooh like a leaf,
Only he could nourish,
And all my worries will banish.

As trying to vanish,
Pulled back by what nourishes.
At ease compassionately,
Sympathetically agrees.

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